[ He widens his eyes with a patronizingly amused look on his face, mocking her seriousness. No, no, Irene Adler was to belong at his right hand if she could pull this off and keep her grace, poise and domination all in perfect place. She was clever enough to dominate the game. Of course, she'd never best him on her own. She wasn't that clever when it came to plotting, no. He talents lie elsewhere.
Pity she must die. Although, he could use the shoes. ]
Oh, honey, I can. I will. I make good on all my promises.
[ Forward he leans, planting his elbows on his legs as as he stares daggers through her. Though the room remains the same 221B flat, it seems he's slid much closer too Irene. Dramatic effect for his psychotic gaze, perhaps. ]
I'm making a list, and checking it twice... [ He sings to her in the highest falsetto, but he expression doesn't match the music. ]
im assuming this is before she had to fake her death?
Pity she must die. Although, he could use the shoes. ]
Oh, honey, I can. I will. I make good on all my promises.
[ Forward he leans, planting his elbows on his legs as as he stares daggers through her. Though the room remains the same 221B flat, it seems he's slid much closer too Irene. Dramatic effect for his psychotic gaze, perhaps. ]
I'm making a list, and checking it twice... [ He sings to her in the highest falsetto, but he expression doesn't match the music. ]